#hatred and evilness is fine as long as you and your friends are the ones with it

[sisdiss]

Honestly, I am not trying to be inflammatory but the more I think of it, the more I am convinced that the curse of hatred exists, but it's actually Tobirama and all of his students that carry it.

Every time Tobirama or Danzo, in particular, talk about the Uchiha Clan being inherently evil because of this or that, it genuinely sounds to me like they are projecting onto them.

Tobirama: "So the Uchiha Clan loves others deeply, but they can't handle their emotions and turn evil because of it when something bad happens to their loved ones"

Also Tobirama: "The Senju clan bases it's strength/jutsu on love, but that never led to us being evil or us being unable to let our hateful feelings go☝️ because we're so rational"

Also Tobirama unable to let his hate and fear towards the Uchiha Clan go (singling them out from all the other clans) and acting like they are so overcome by their emotions that they can't act reasonable or be trusted. Even though Madara, whose brother was literally killed by Tobirama, acted civil towards him for (probably) multiple years, while Tobirama was setting the foundation to keep the Uchiha isolated and away from any real leadership position.

Tobirama’s disdain never lessened and got past down to the next generation.

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCXDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 5)

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Tw: torture scene (GiW agent receiving), general angst, canon-typical violence (DC), nobody is having a good time

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

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It was pretty easy for Danny to forget that Dr. Crane was a rogue at times.

Most of the time he wasn’t comically evil, like what he’d expect of a Gotham rogue. He was helping Danny, even if only because he didn’t want to be taken in by the GiW as well. He was even downright nice most of the time, or at least neutral.

Sure, he had a strange obsession with fear and psychology, but that wasn’t really out of the ordinary for Danny. It didn’t feel like living with a rogue, just like…staying with a distant relative, or something.

He seemed like just an ordinary person.

Today, though, Danny was brought back to reality.

The GiW agent they’d tracked down together writhed on the ground, screaming in pain and terror. Scarecrow was sat a few feet away, setting up a syringe of the antidote he’d made.

After a few more moments, he injected the man with the antidote, watching him like a hawk the entire time.

Suddenly, the man surged forward, lunging at Scarecrow with a feral scream.

Unluckily for him, though, he was still weak from the fear toxin in his system, and from the beatings he’d received prior. Scarecrow easily wrestled him to the ground, settling himself on the broad part of the agent’s back with a vice grip on one of his arms.

“Let’s try again,” he said sharply, all of the warmth Danny had grown used to gone from his voice. “Where is the GiW base of operations?”

The agent took several shuddering breaths before spitting at Scarecrow, defiance and hatred written all over his face.

For just a moment, the room was utterly silent.

“Fine, have it your way.”

Scarecrow began to twist the man’s arm further. It wasn’t long before the agent began to squirm, then writhe, beneath him. Danny’s stomach churned.

“You know,” Scarecrow began, almost conversationally, “there are plenty of jobs that one can get without the use of their legs, especially with the level of education you have. Anything that doesn’t involve hard labor, really.”

The man’s face was beginning to turn red in his struggle not to scream. He took in gasping breaths, the way that his mouth moved almost reminding Danny of a goldfish.

(He felt awful for the comparison, but it was true.)

“However,” Scarecrow continued, “I find you’d be rather hard-pressed to find a job without the use of your arms. Especially in a place like Gotham, where you can always be replaced by someone eager to do your job for even less money. Of course, you could most likely coast off of savings and severance pay for a while, but…”

He leaned closer to the man’s head, his voice lowering.

“Would you be able to live like that? To live with yourself, if you no longer have a purpose?”

He allowed the agent a few seconds of rest before increasing the pressure on his arm. The agent gasped, letting out a strangled hiss. His arm bones were making fascinating noises in response to the strain. Danny felt sick.

“You seem like a rather driven young man. I’m sure your family would hate to see you unmotivated, directionless. Would they resent you, do you think?”

“Fuck you, you—”

The man was cut off by his own scream as Scarecrow finally allowed his arm to break, audibly splintering into thousands of useless shards of bone.

He had the exact pressure memorized. Clearly, he had done this before.

This was wrong. This was wrong.

Shouldn’t Danny step in, do something?

“That won’t heal cleanly. Even with the best medical care in the world, you’ll end up with permanent damage.”

The man below him wheezed and sobbed, choking on air as Scarecrow let go of his arm carelessly, letting it flop back onto the ground.

“Just the sort of thing something like you deserves,” Scarecrow hissed, his voice cold.

“You tortured a child, and you enjoyed it. You laughed with your friends about it. In your notes, one of your friends complained about the screaming,” Scarecrow brought his leg around, grinding his boot into the man’s broken arm. He howled in agony, writhing uncontrollably.

“Was it inconvenient to him, do you think? Too loud? If you were joking about it, clearly you thought so, too. I could fix that as well.”

He drew out another needle, this one once again filled with fear toxin.

“Scarecrow, wait,” Danny choked out.

Scarecrow turned to look at him.

Even his posture was different than usual. He looked… stiff, more like an animal than a man. When he tilted his head at Danny in a silent question, it looked like something in his neck had snapped, his head lolling to the side.

Danny wondered if he was consciously moving like that, or if it was habit at this point.

“You—we don’t have to do this. We can get information some other way, right? You don’t have to…”

Danny looked down at the GiW agent below Scarecrow. He didn’t even have it in him to glare up at Danny like he had before. Instead he laid limply on the ground, tremors rolling through his body uncontrollably.

“We’ve exhausted every other option and you know it,” Scarecrow said, his voice low, “this is the only way we can move forward.”

“Still, I—I don’t,” Danny swallowed, his throat tight, “this isn’t—this isn’t right. Isn’t there some other way to do this? Like—a truth serum, or something?”

“Truth serums are notoriously unreliable. They’re almost as bad as lie detectors. We’re much more likely to get a reliable result from this.”

Danny just stared at the GiW agent and his splintered, ruined arm. He began to weakly wriggle in Scarecrow’s grasp, which was graciously ignored.

He vaguely remembered himself doing the same thing when he was on the operating table; even if he knew there was no chance of escape, he still thrashed and screamed, desperate to get away. The jagged I-shaped incision on his torso felt uncomfortably warm.

What was there left to say?

“The Bat does the same thing at times, you know,” Scarecrow said, “him and the rest of his brood. By using my toxin, I’m actually lessening the amount of permanent damage that I’m doing. Physically.”

“Still, that doesn’t make it right,” Danny said desperately. “Even if—even if everyone in the world did this, it wouldn’t make it right.”

Scarecrow hummed.

They were both silent for a moment.

His next words were gentle, absurdly so when compared to the scene in front of him.

“I would love an alternative. But…”

He shrugged, hand coming to rest on the break in the GiW agent’s arm. Even without applying any pressure, the man stopped squirming immediately.

“There aren’t any other options,” Danny repeated, his voice flat and his body numb.

“Yes,” Scarecrow said. “I’m sorry.”

There was a pause. No one moved a muscle. Eventually Scarecrow spoke again, his voice strangely empty.

“You can stand outside and keep watch, if you’d like. At such a short distance their radars won’t pick us up.”

Danny said nothing, leaving the room silently.

He sat outside for quite a while.

He was grateful that Scarecrow had, with his help, dragged the agent to one of his previous hideouts. It was soundproofed, after all.

He was glad that he didn’t have to hear the rest of what Scarecrow did to the man.

After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Crane left the building, joining him outside. He guided Danny back to his beat up old truck and they drove home in silence.

“Did you at least…do you know where they are, now?” Danny asked as they entered the apartment, his voice small.

“They didn’t share the details of all of their locations with any one person. I know where one of their locations are, but not their main base of operations.”

Danny felt disgusted. With himself, with Dr. Crane, with the GiW.

He was disgusted by the agent, too. Did he just hate the restless dead so much that he would prefer to be tortured than to give them the upper hand? Did he really think he was in the right?

Was there a chance that he was?

Danny felt very, very small, and very stupid. Stupid and weak and cowardly.

“Danny,” Dr. Crane spoke, his voice soft.

“I’m truly sorry that this is happening to you. I really, truly wish that you didn’t have to endure my company. I…”

He fell quiet. Danny wondered if he was just saying this to pacify him, or if he truly meant it. He wondered if it really mattered in the end.

After a few moments of silence, Dr. Crane sighed, looking truly pained.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Danny was quiet.

“I’m going to bed early,” he finally said, turning away and leaving without a second glance.

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[ratgrinders]

anyways ivy embra post because on god if she wont get the scenes in canon ill imagine it myself

Ivy and Oisin were friends in middle school. Oisin was still scrawny and hadn't had his growth spurt yet and Ivy hadn't yet gotten her braces taken off. They meet each other in some group project or club or whatever, the setting doesn't matter, but what happens is you have these two children with the inherent shittiness of middle schoolers who maybe haven't had the easiest time making friends because their passive aggressiveness is too aggressive, their barbs not hidden. And they act the same way with this new, kind of nerdy looking stranger they meet and find a kindred spirit. All of a sudden you're 12/13 years old with an outlet for all the shittalking about your classmates you want. You stick together like glue, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of you two because they all fuckin suck anyway, and you finally found someone who isn't a wuss and can give as good as they take.

Oisin gets better at hiding it though, being raised by a long family line of evil dragons who have had to hide their connections in plain sight will do that to you. Ivy never lost that edge around her though.

The first day of classes Freshman Year at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy, Oisin's met with this group of randos, they seem competent enough, the tall sad one seems nice enough if a bit of a pushover and the small one with the ponytail seems to have her entire academic career planned out already. She's intent on the name the High Five Heroes, it's a pun, get it? Because there's five of them. But Oisin won't go anywhere without his best friend. He pulls Ivy over, and Ivy isn't having the best luck finding a party (she insults them saying why would she want to join a party with any of these losers anyway, when they're put off by one pointed comment too many). Oisin tells the others they could do well with a fighter, that they're sticking together. The tall one, the gnome, and the kobold don't seem to mind (or don't care), but the halfling seems to have swallowed a lemon. "Well, there's six of us now which throws off the entire point of the name, but that's fine! I don't care!" (she's stubborn and doesn't want to change it).

Ivy and Kipperlilly clash CONSTANTLY. Kipperlilly's specific brand of Type A nerdiness and uptightness clashes horrifically with Ivy's specific attitude of not giving a fuck and chronic need to get under people's skin. And yet, Kipperlilly's barely concealed rage and passive aggression leads that same realization Ivy had back in middle school, of having finally found a kindred spirit. If there's two things Kipperlilly and Ivy have in common, it's their initial impression driving most people away, and their need to externalize this jealousy and bad feelings as hatred and disdain for others. They LOVE gossiping. Ivy's always down to be a hater.

Corsica Jones, the fighter teacher, sees Ivy come in on the first day of classes, bow in hand, and is immediately reminded of the sister she lost, who is still missing. Every time she trains Ivy on her stance, on basic hand-to-hand, she's reminded of the times she taught her sister the very same things. She's worried, because Ivy always seems so closed off and not very engaged, so full of rage. Unfortunately Corsica's attempts to reach out and forge a connection are stopped in their infancy when instead the barbarian teacher takes an interest in her. "Well, at least she has support from someone on the faculty, even if it isn't me."

It's Oisin that kills her. They always go off as a pair anyway, and Oisin may have been acting off recently but who is she to judge a bit of anger. But a quick stab to the back, one Choice later, and all Ivy can think about is rage.

After the Mountains of Chaos, Ivy's disdain becomes Venomous. Suddenly its not fun gossip but outright Hatred, its saying words maximized for cruelty directly to the person's face, because there's a kind of sick vindication in hurting the people who rejected you for so long, even if they may not deserve it. She and Kipperlilly don't get along anymore, snide comments and petty jabs devolving into screaming matches and insults. She proposes the name Rat Grinders with Oisin, because her stubbornness at refusing to change the name isn't endearing anymore, and there are six of them, did you oppose me joining the party that badly? It's a bit funny to see her so worked up over a stupid party name, that kind of earnest childish straightforwardness of the High Five Heroes makes her gag. The Rat Grinders is a funny inside joke, and Ivy is not comfortable engaging anymore without that layer of irony. For some reason, it doesn't feel good in the same way to hurt Kipperlilly like this, it just leave a knot of frustration that rankles in her stomach, because why does she care so much??

When Lucy dies, she doesn't remember much. She remembers the realization at the choice she'd made, and the rage that followed. Afterwards, though, was a deep all consuming bitterness. Of course she wasn't coming back, little miss goody two shoes never had any intentions of following through and left the rest of us with the fallout. She never expected otherwise, and she refuses to mourn someone who did not give enough of a shit about them to come back. She doesn't think about how Lucy helped her bleach her hair, how she braided Lucy's in return. How Lucy's birthday was coming up and she bought her new clothes, how that bag will stay unopened in her room now.

When she dies on the floor of her high school gymnasium, desperately defending every callous insult she's made with her dying breath, her last moments are spent locking eyes with her best friend, who is looking on in horror. She thinks back to a similar scenario, last year, when that same friend saw her dying and did nothing. She thinks back to them in seventh grade, trading childish insults without any real weight. And then she doesn't think anything at all.

[sshadowritestoriess]

HELLOOOO im in love with the way you write our beloved rama 😭

i just wanted to know ur hcs about him beginning to realize he feels more about the reader than just friendship and/or how he deals with the first buds of sinful thoughts about their dear human friend? 👀

HI tysm!! Ramattra definitely has my attention hahaha. Sorry this is so long!! I just like writing 😂

Ramattra realizing his feelings

Earning his friendship was a hard enough task on his own. He never made that easy for you, or for anyone of flesh and blood

As much hatred as he has for humanity, he doesn’t outright assume all humans are evil. He understands there is still good in its kind, it’s just a matter of knowing who he is safe to drop his guard around when having more acute interactions

And this is a process he has the utmost forbearance for. As long as a person can express patience with him, then he is more than willing to allow himself to be understood by a human peer

You were probably one of the most respectful humans he had personally interacted with. Your kindness made for a strong first impression, especially in the way you had greeted him as any other person, looked upon him with no surprise in your eyes as if he had just been anyone else. Not a killer. Not a terrorist.

Still, for the ongoing weeks he kept his distance the more he had found himself in the same room as you, assuming his same process of determining whether your behavior was a front or not.

He was as kind to you as you were to him, which made things a little confusing on your end. You weren’t oblivious— you know who he is, and such a name as Ramattra came with a complex reputation. He’s certain he began addressing you as a ‘friend’ the moment you’d inquired why people thought him as ‘cold’

“You’ve been real nice to me,” you’d said, mirth in your tone, “I’m not just getting special treatment, am I?”

It wasn’t the first lighthearted joke you’d made in his presence, but it was the first he’d laughed at. He knew it wasn’t a question that needed answering, and so he didn’t. You were smart enough to assume the reason for rumor

Quickly, you both became close. (Well, ‘quick’ being you set the record for “fastest human to earn Ramattra’s trust”. It took fourteen weeks, but neither of you were counting.)

He was content to admit he admired you, respect drastically outweighing his contempt for what you were. It felt nice, to see you through blurred lines— he felt he finally understood, for just a moment, the bond that his brothers back at the monastery were trying to protect

But the more Ramattra grew to know you, the more he shared about himself. Which, tends to be a normal exchange between friends, certainly. Of the others he would dare call ‘friends’ before you, this wasn’t out of the ordinary

Yet when he would speak too much about himself with you, he felt shame. Embarrassment. He would wonder to himself at times if he should have shared certain things, and worried of your opinion

It made him pull back for a while, and was relieved you remained as patient as you’d always been. You made sure he was fine and he’d kindly dismissed you, to which you respectfully backed off and simply told him you were here if he needed

But… then when he was given the space he asked for, he became somewhat angry with himself. Now he just missed you, but felt so under pressure to be in your presence. It was frustrating.

You knew whatever problem he was facing had to be because of you, since he had told you just a few days ago that he preferred a little distance for now— but here he sat across the room from you, scrolling through lists of weaponry concepts to decide on what to work on next, inquiring your opinion of colors, of all things.

There came a day that Ramattra had a run in with a particularly violent human gang, of whom he’d shown little mercy for after they dealt the first strike— he should have swung the moment one of the strangers drawled about wearing his face as a trophy, “-after I reduce ya to nuts-n-bolts,” they’d said. A pitiful drop of confidence quickly lost into the newly reddened asphalt of the nearest alley

You caught him marching down a corridor, and it finally hit Ramattra like a truck when you’d approached him to make sure he was fine

He didn’t bleed red, you knew this. And something in him clicked when you immediately assumed him the victim, placing careful hands on his chest as you observed him for damage

Oh, he liked you. A lot. Had any other person of flesh approached him, he would have demanded solitude with a killing accusatory tone, a wordless threat of violence if his needs were not met.

But you had came to him, and he was more than relieved that you had. Just seeing you again, he realized why he hadn’t hit his attackers first.

“Are you attempting to domesticate me?” He had blurted, watching you curl your hand into the hem of your shirt and wipe the blood from his fingers. He takes in your baffled expression with a hidden affection- and yet again, feeling awkward for such a poor joke with little context. He fought himself on whether to explain, but decided better of it.

Understanding then why he felt so drawn to you, he felt somewhat justified in why he additionally felt like such a fool in your presence.

He hadn’t intended to feel this way about you, it couldn’t be helped. You hit many marks that he found objectively attractive.

He would spend the next few days observing you to thoroughly analyze his feelings toward you— to which you felt like a specimen being studied with how he kept tossing prolonged stares in your direction

He didn’t mean to appear like a creep, and he ended up feeling so much worse when you finally confronted his “quiet ogling”

“I— I was not,” he’d say defensively, and relaxed quickly when you laughed. “You are merely a fascinating subject to observe, is it so offensive that I watch?”

“Are you calling me pretty?”

“No.” He quickly bites, then immediately froze as he regretting saying it so harshly. He doubles back, “But, I do not mean—“ a pause, “You are fine as you are. But that is not what I was saying.”

Ogling. He was ashamed to find himself doing just that so soon after the amused accusation

The way you smirk before telling a joke, he’d mishear your jest when he was so focused on the way your mouth moved, and imagined running his thumb over your lips

When he’d find you closer to morning, he loved to catch you stretching your arms above your head. Your shirt would ride upward and reveal a bit of your navel while your upper half trembled into the stretch. He wanted to put his hands there, too.

He stole an opportunity to knead at your shoulder once when you complained about being sore from a prior activity, everting inside him lurching with humiliation when you settled comfortably into his lap.

An innocent gesture, sat between his legs while you accepted his kindness— though a deceptive offer, for he had just wanted a reason to have you this close.

He stared hard at your neck, gaze dropping to peer beneath your collar. It was dreadful. But he wouldn’t restrain himself, entirely glad he had a stationary face.

He’d pull at the cables of his mane when he was by himself, shaking his head and his fists at himself for this unrighteous behavior. Being away from you was worse, left alone with unrestrained thoughts of the things he could do to you

And oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

But you were a friend. A human. He was an omnic, and certainly not one built for… that kind of activity.

But then again, he was not made with life in mind, either. As far as he saw it, he could do whatever he wanted with the privilege of having agency

And that has resulted in relieving himself of these indecent thoughts when he shut himself into his quarters, blessed with the ability to create vivid images of what you would look like beneath him.

These solemn hours of the night should be reserved for meditation, and pondering his next move. But now he’s been reduced to touching himself with you in mind, pulling at delicate wires that were not meant to be tempered with.

Imagining you there. Evoking hypothetical risk by trusting you with his body.

But he hadn’t even made his feelings known to you yet. Hell, he couldn’t imagine a situation where he would without it complicating everything, or making you distant.

He knew he was the least likely candidate to end up in a cross-species relationship. So for now, he’d just relish in your friendship

And if ever you hint at wanting to take things a step further, you would find Ramattra quite eager to advance.

[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

in a new body

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!insecure!reader (enemies to friends and maybe lovers, but not stated)

request: imagine being insecure about your stomach because of draco then he gets to know you and makes you feel more comfortable in your skin? please

warnings: body-hatred, insecurity of body, body dysmorphia(?), honestly just hating one's body

notes: this one hit home, just cried to my therapist last week about this! haha! live, laugh, love!

you hated draco malfoy.

actually, hate is a strong word; you extremely disliked draco malfoy. he believed he was better than everyone else with his stupid face, his stupid slytherin family history, his stupid rich background, and his stupid cruelty towards you.

draco malfoy was stupid and you highly disliked him.

for years, you had received as much torment as harry potter from draco malfoy due to your weight, especially your stomach. you'd be the laughing stock of malfoy and the rest of his slytherin gang, no matter how many times ginny weasley and hermione granger would tell you, "don't pay that evil little cockroach any mind."

you wish you could say the same thing to the voice in your head, screaming at you to do those ab workouts, to not eat as much during the school meals. you wish you could just flip a switch, that draco would stop asking you how many pounds you put on just from breakfast alone, or if you had any trouble fitting into your skirt that morning.

"or you can just sock him in the throat," mentioned ron, mouth full of food.

"you wanna do it for me?" you asked back, an eyebrow raised. ron shook his head and went back to his plate.

hermione sighed beside you, "why not bring it up to dumbledore? or even snape? they should hear the vile things he says to you."

you shrugged, "i don't know, i don't think it's worth it, honestly. that might just make him come at me more and at the moment, i cannot handle that." you tried to laugh at the end, but it came out struggled.

ron gave a smile across from you, mouth full of food, "at least you're not harry, fighting draco constantly to see who the heir of slytherin is."

harry's face turned red, "ron, please, can we not?"

you gave a quiet laugh, "i actually appreciated that ron, thank you." harry groaned beside the redhead.

ginny was about to comment until you heard the goblin voice of draco malfoy himself directly behind you, "hey, y/n, walk any steps today to shed off some pounds? looks like you need to."

hermione glared at draco, "how dare you speak to her, or anyone, like that! you are utterly repulsive!"

draco glanced around the table, "granger, when?"

hermione shot him a look, "when what?"

draco snickered, "did i ask? but seriously y/n, give your legs a break from carrying all that!" and with that, he walked away, proud of himself as he pounded knuckles with crabbe and goyle.

ron and harry stood up, ready to lunge at draco before you gave them a look, shaking your head.

you bit your lip, "suddenly not hungry anymore. um, i think i'm gonna head up to the dorms. see you guys later?"

before anyone could disagree, you stood up from the benches and made your way out of the great hall, running into fred and george who quickly noticed your watery eyes.

"you alright there, y/n?" fred asked, and you nodded quickly, "yes, i'm fine but i have to go - study. goodbye."

the twins looked at one another, and then at your retreating form, "y/n, are you sure-" their question dropped as you continued on.

and with that, the twins were left dumbfounded until they were informed by their friends, brother, and sister.

not long after that incident, draco left you alone, making you and your friends become very suspicious, as if malfoy had a trick up his sleeve. but shockingly, he didn't, and he continued to not talk to you until potions class.

when professor snape decided partnering up different classmates was a great idea, and you two ended up together. he had wandered over to your desk, sitting beside you.

he smirked, "y/n."

you nodded, "listen, just let me do this potion so we can get a decent grade and then you can go back to torturing me, ok? unless you want your grade to suffer?"

draco stayed quiet, somewhat taken aback by your words, "i can help, you know, might as well make sure someone like you doesn't screw it up."

you looked up from the textbook, "someone like me? right, because i'm so repulsive to look at, draco. thank you for the reminder, i'll make sure to dedicate my next workout to you, you git."

with tears on the verge of falling, you grabbed your textbook and hastily walked out the room, professor snape yelling, "and two weeks worth of detention for you, miss l/n!"

you flipped him off right outside the classroom, somewhat bummed and relieved at the same time that he didn't see it.

draco was stunned, simple as that. he knew he was a jerk, a total asshole, but to him, it was pure fun. there was no harm - at least to him. but now, as he sat in potions class, noticing how all eyes were on him, he came to the realization that there was harm done.

draco never actually thought you were heavy or overweight, or even ugly; by merlin no, he thought you were so pretty. yet, he wanted to slap himself as that was no excuse to bully her until she cried - no, he knew that was the wrong way to go about it.

so then why did he do it? he hated that stupid saying that guys bullied girls because they liked them, but draco wondered if that were true in his case. or if he just didn't want to acknowledge his feelings for you.

he pondered the rest of potions class, speechless as to why he thought making fun of your weight was any excuse to talk to you. all he did was hurt you so deeply, cut wounds into your being.

draco knew he was an asshole, and knew he messed up. so how does he apologize?

apologizing was not his strong suit as he never needed to; well, at least to anyone besides his parents. why apologize to anyone else if nobody was as important as them? oh, but you were. you were so full of life and jokes, so kind to him when you all arrived as first-years, yet he has always been so cruel to you. was draco seriously this foreign to kindness that he decided the easiest way to reciprocate was to be mean?

yeah, i guess so.

draco stood up, his chair screeching against the floor. everyone looked at him and draco glanced to snape, "i've got to go." and with that, he was gone, leaving everyone with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

hermione looked to ron, "where do you think he's going?"

ron shrugged, "beats me. maybe thinking of new insults to hurl at y/n. it's been a while."

hermione sighed and shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, "i wanna go look for her, ron."

harry heard her and shook his head, "bad idea; i think snape might lose it if one more person leaves or even raises their hand."

severus snape was indeed distraught at the behavior that was taking place in his classroom.

but he was not as taken aback as you were now in the astronomy tower.

why had it taken all up until now for you to snap? to even come back at him with something as much as anger? draco deserved to be yelled at, to be slapped, to be, as ron said, "socked in the throat."

you wiped your tears, sitting on the concrete floor as sobs racked your shoulders again. a few owls surrounded and flew around the tower as you whispered, "i hate my body. i have so much hatred for this fat, the way i look, the way i feel. i hate it." you sobbed, feeling the tears slip down your cheeks.

you let out a shaky breath, looking in your bag to grab a tissue before snot became your worst enemy. you wiped your nose, wrinkling it at the feeling before you sighed. you sniffled, tears filling your eyes again.

"i'm sorry."

you jumped, looking around for the source of the voice until you saw draco shuffle out of the darkness by the concrete wall.

you scoffed, "ugh, merlin! go away, malfoy. you're the last person i want to see right now, if you haven't caught on."

he kicked against the floor, "i deserve that."

"and i deserved your bullying, too, right?"

draco glanced to you, shaking his head even though yours had turned back around. he stepped closer, "no, no, you didn't. i'm... i'm a git, you're right."

you sniffled, looking to him as he sat beside you. you grumbled, "took you long enough."

draco huffed a laugh, "it did. and you can still hate me after this, but i truly am sorry. you didn't deserve what i said and did to you, and i can't imagine how you must feel."

silence enveloped between the both of you until he continued, "i heard what you said earlier, about your body."

your eyes had been closed, and you hummed, "not exactly a shocker."

"because of what i said? no, it's not, and i'm sorry again."

you held up a hand, looking at him, "draco."

draco looked you in the eyes, "y/n."

you gave a slight laugh, "it's okay, i forgive you."

draco nodded, "i'm sorry for making you feel so shitty about yourself. nobody deserves to feel that way, especially you, because you were nothing but kind to me and i treated you terribly."

you smiled softly at him, "you did, but you're apologizing now. my issues i can deal with on my own, but you took the time to apologize now so i'm grateful for that."

draco was stunned, a frown on his face, "how are you kind to me right now? i was terrible to you!"

you gave him side-eye, "i said terrible shit about you in my head, so i figured i should be nice."

the two of you laughed loudly at that comment, draco's eyes crinkling. as it died down, he rested a hand on the back of your head. he turned you towards him, "you're beautiful. truly stunning, y/n. i'm sorry i said those things about you."

you gave a small smile as tears welled in your eyes, "thank you draco, it's okay."

draco leaned back on his one hand, the other still in your hair, "can i help you in any way? to help you love yourself and your body?"

you were shocked to the core at his words this entire time, but now your eyes were just popping out of your head. you stumbled, "oh - no, no, i don't think so. it's just something i need to learn, y'know, to love my body. it's just...hard."

draco nodded and he smiled, "i have an idea."

your face drained of color, worried this might have been a joke all along. draco continued, "instead of insults, i'll give you compliments throughout the day. maybe that can help?"

this draco was so sweet compared to the old one; you suddenly had the urge to just grab his cheeks and go on about how sweet he was. this was such a turn of events.

"then," draco went on, "you wont want to be in a new body."

you smiled, "that sounds like a great idea, draco. thank you."

draco's cheeks flushed, "yeah, not a problem, it's whatever."

maybe during this new change in events, draco and yourself can figure out how to deal with the pounding in your chests.

[loustat-0]

Hello . I saw your tweet about Lestat being Louis's mirror in S2 can you elaborate more on that ? What do you mean ?

Hi sure . English isn't my first language I hope you understand what I'm saying in this answer . So it kinda goes back to S1 as well .

A : It's a feeling I got in S1 as well not just through S2 trailers & posters . In season 1 Louis mentioned that for the first time in his life he was seen by Lestat . Which means someone finally saw who he really is & accepted him with all that . B : when Lestat mentioned : " no one as angry as stubborn as unaccommodating as maddening " cut to Louis saying : sounds like trash to me ( this is what Louis thinks of himself, that these traits aren't positive traits ) and then Lestat goes on " As loving , as dedicated as thoughtful as imperfectly perfect as you've become. " So this is how Lestat really saw Louis & this is the REAL LOUIS . IMPERFECTLY PERFECT. How does a mirror work ? It shows you who truly are it shows you your beauty & ugliness at the same time .

When Lestat told Louis he's a vampire at the start of episode 3 & Louis told him he doesn't accept himself as that & he's pondering who he is , cut to the alderman's death when he proudly said " I'M A VAMPIRE " when Lestat told him you enjoyed carving him up & killing him it wasn't wrong Louis was actually enjoying killing the alderman so Lestat knows Louis like how a mirror reflects your exact image . If Louis accept that he's a vampire & he's also evil some times then that proves Lestat is right about him & he hates that , part of Louis's hatred for Lestat is so entangled with his own self loathing . Louis partly hates Lestat because he hates himself .

There's a deleted scenes in the very first trailer for S1 which we hear Lestat say : " you're not afraid of me you're afraid of yourself " which is so obvious & I think they're gonna use that for S2 . But we get the picture that Lestat can be Louis's mirror because if he looks at him he'll see the reality of himself & he's not ready to accept that yet . *Not to mention that there are a lot of hints about different mirrors in S1 .*

There's also this picture on Twitter posted by a friend of mine @inkyblotposts which shows how Louis now freely acting like Lestat now the the mirror ( Lestat) is gone there's no one other than Claudia to call him out on his character traits. And he loves Claudia so much to hate her for the same reason as he hated Lestat . Although there were hard feelings shaping between them .

But Louis isn't completely free of Lestat he's there with him & he again hates it because he wants to move on & act fine & as he said : "let me think I'm deeper than I am " & he immediately said the why he's doing that when Claudia called it bullshit . He said : " I shortcut it you caught me " so Louis is also acting too but that's another matter & my answer has already gotten too long for this ask but if you wanted too I can answer that later .

[ohwolfling]

TY IM THE GOD GALE ANON HAHA

This is a bit weird to admit but me and my friend love bg3 so bad that it’s a roleplay now (yippee), and my friends character wants Gale to ascend so he’ll fix Karlach and Astarion. Mine’s arguing Gale will become corrupt and while he gets to live, he will still lose his entire life by succumbing to the self doubt and hatred of himself. He lives, but he doesn’t *live*, you know? I didn’t know if that was a good argument though because one life is on the line (Karlach) and the other will also be bound to being horrifically miserable. Trying to push that there can be other ways but ofc I went to my fav gale knowledge haver for their take

Firstly, it's not weird to do RP. It has been done since the dawn of time. Enjoy what you enjoy and do so enthusiastically and openly!

Gale ascending to godhood is motivated by the idea of worthiness, even ground, power = safety (a very Astarion parallel there). Gale sacrificing his life by using the orb to save the world is motivated by the shadows of this - low self worth, guilt, desperate for meaning, an overwhelming nihilism, and a life-long pattern of handling that recklessly, with an undercurrent of death wish. In the god ending, all of his worst traits are amplified, to the point of cruelty at times, and it destabilizes the astral plane and more. In the Orb ending, Gale at the very least has come to terms with it all. He has found a kind of family and he is making the choice to save them, to save the world, to pay penance for a mistake he made. It's poetic, it's Byronic, and there are no bad consequences outside of the loss of Gale (unacceptable to me personally, but as literature... that hits).

So could you make it make sense that a Gale approached by someone outside of Mystra and Elminster and told, "you know, doing x, y, z would help Karlach, would help Astarion..." Absolutely. That could make narrative sense.

That being said, I'd be curious what alignment this person is rping under. Convincing someone to give up their humanity, convincing an unstable, freshly wounded human to shift that into godhood... I don't know. It's neutral at best, borderline evil. Even if you have a character who doesn't care about Gale as an individual or thinks they're sacrificing some lesser person for a good cause (icky to me tbqh), anyone in the world of D&D knows what a huge deal it is to tangle with gods. Becoming one? Adding another deity? That's... not a small thing. That's HUGE. They would need to really justify why their DnD character- who through the course of BG3 events has seen gods very old and would-be gods who are more mutated tyrants, and a myriad of corrupted, miserable, doomed chosens- does not factor that in.

Outside of that, my thoughts are that Karlach would not want this. I can't imagine a world where Karlach is okay with this plan and where Karlach sticks around if she finds out after the fact that someone bullied a very broken, insecure, currently being told his only worth is to fucking die guy into foregoing humanity all together. Are there versions of Astarion who would be down with that? I think it's possible. But then Astarion has to live with it. So much of Astarion is defense mechanism and facade. I don't see him feeling great about it either, even if he'd accept it. What I want for Astarion above sunshine is a life where he heals and gets to be a person. I just don't think that happens if he starts it off entangled with a newborn god who is fine destabilizing the world as you know it in pursuit of impossible equality.

Maybe for your party, they would still push Gale into becoming a god, particularly if you avoid meta gaming and ignore the knowledge of exactly how destabilized things get (though there is a 0% of it not being any concern, DnD has so many deities, they're very tangible). But thinking more in terms of RP, I'm thinking of a DM. And I wouldn't let you get away with a peaceful world after that, with an untouched relationship to Karlach and Astarion after that, and it would probably be an alignment change in most circumstances.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hii! it's me again🌷🌷

well, this night i had a dream where supervillain broke into the heroes lair and killed everyone but hero managed to escape and went to villain's house and it was like that "i didnt know where else to go" trope y'know, could you pretty please write something about this?? only if you want ofc!!!

hope you're doing well and happy birthdayyyyyy you're amazing!! <3<3

“I’m fine, I swear,” the hero said, eyebrows knit together. Aggravated, unfocused. The villain read them like an open book.

“You have just lived through a traumatic experience. You’re anything but fine,” the villain said. They stared down at the tea they had made for their nemesis. Sweet. The hero preferred sweet drinks. Would talk about coffee as if it was poison.

Smoothly, they let their eyes wander to the hero’s hand. Steady.

Hm.

They were trained incredibly well which shouldn’t have surprised the villain — heroes could be the coldest people on earth. Methodical, intelligent, calm. Who else could be capable of such a job?

A job that forced them fight others, payed them to be perfect, demanded to be obedient. No wonder most of them were just as fucked up as the villains they were fighting against.

“I’m a hero. My life consists of trauma,” they snapped but there was more to their usually cold tone.

“Ah, that’s why you’re so unpleasant.” The hero shot them an evil glare but stayed quiet. Without any other complaints, they picked up the cup of tea and drank slowly, carefully.

It was horrifying from what the villain had heard. In the middle of the night, the supervillain had attacked the lair, killing everyone but the hero. They weren’t wounded — thank god — but the villain knew they would have to deal with several symptoms of stress very soon.

The hero hadn’t been prepared to lose all their friends, despite the cold mask they put on, they had colleagues they got along with rather well. People they cared about. People worth protecting.

The villain exhaled audibly.

As of right now, the villain was the only one left for the hero and even though they were on opposite ends, had other values and morals, the villain saw how truly hurt the hero was. For a long time, the hero had had this little part in them that dipped them in darkness every now and then. And every time the villain noticed (they couldn’t deny it at this point) they pushed them to the light again.

They knew what hatred did to a person.

“When I was young,” the villain said, “like five years old, my mentors would lock me up in a tiny room with a body.”

The hero stared at them, eyes widened, horror reflecting. They nearly choked on their tea.

“What?”

“They locked me up with a dead body. Three times a week, maybe? I’d forgotten it, actually. Until I looked through my own file a few months ago.”

“Didn’t you kill your mentors?”

“I did,” the villain said. They let themselves fall onto the lavish couch as their own eyes bored into the red carpet under their feet. “I buried that for a long time. Made my performance suck.”

The hero stared into their drink. Bait swallowed.

Manipulation was something the villain found useful. Whether it was for their own secret goals or to simply destroy each other — it was an intriguing tool in their arsenal.

The story was true but the intention behind could’ve been considered cruel. Opening themselves to the hero, being vulnerable was a very important step towards gaining someone’s trust.

They felt bad and truly despicable but if they got the hero to talk about it, if they had the chance to find someone to trust, then maybe the villain could find peace on their own.

All the damage they had done wouldn’t be forgotten by one good deed. But helping the hero could make them feel a little more…human again.

“I’m not forcing you to tell me anything,” the villain said. “But carrying around all this stuff on your own doesn’t make you a better hero.”

It was sad to the villain that ambition was most likely to be this hero’s downfall.

[wistfulcynic]

gonna go off a bit on the subject of the "he's me fr" school of character analysis. Because while it's absolutely fine and good even to relate to fictional characters and see aspects of yourself in them, it's also important to recognise the difference between your interpretation based on your experiences and what is actually shown on the page or screen.

humans are primed to recognise patterns. We are strongly inclined to contextualise things to suit our existing worldviews. We don't like contradiction and we don't like things we don't understand. It's so natural for us then to reframe anything we find confusing or contradictory that we often don't even notice we are doing it.

this is bad! This is dangerous! This is how you get bigotry and hatred!

a lot of people reframe things they don't understand (other races, cultures, religions, genders) into Other and Other is frequently Bad or even Evil. It's relatively easy to spot when other people do this and to understand that it is wrong. But surely, you may then say to yourself, if i am reframing things into what is familiar to me that's good, right? i'm Relating and that's a positive thing!

and i guess, yes and no. Yes because finding connection can be validating and because there's a reason that representation in media is so important--that reason being largely because it gives a wider range of people the opportunity to see others like them on screens and in pages. But also that act of relating to something you know is in fact an act of bias. You are biased in favour of recognising that thing because it is You. It's important to you as part of your identity but you should be aware that this can lead you to overcompensate and to misinterpret things because you are seeking that connection so intensely. And honestly i think this is also fine so long as you are able to recognise the difference.

there's a difference between saying "i identify in X way and demonstrate Y characteristic. This fictional character demonstrates Y characteristic therefore i am going to interpret them as identifying in X way" and saying "this character MUST OBVIOUSLY identify in X way because I DO and I SAID SO and this is now a VALID TEXTUAL INTERPRETATION."

maybe it is. Maybe it also isn't. Maybe Y characteristic is something that supports many different interpretations and "because they're totally me and i said so" is neither a strong argument nor a healthy way to process the world.

let me give a real world example. i am acespec, something i didn't understand until relatively recently and definitely couldn't have defined when i was in college because that was like 1997 and the language i needed really didn't exist then. Or at least it didn't exist in my corner of the american midwest. Anyway. i had a friend in college who was gay. He had come out at 18, which in the late 90s rural midwest was a big fucking deal. He was very proud of his identity, to the point of being aggressive about it and one of his big things was trying to encourage other people to explore their own sexual identities.

which is fine, right? Good, even. People should be able to do that and his intention was to be a safe space for his friends. His intentions were good! What wasn't good was the way he absolutely targeted me as someone who didn't date and didn't "chase men" <-this was literally the way he phrased it to me. He said "you don't chase men and you don't want to date them therefore you are a lesbian just admit it."

he absolutely would not accept that i wasn't gay too. He used to get mad at me for arguing with him about it. The way his world was framed you were either gay or straight (reminding folks this was the 90s) and so if you weren't demonstrating Accepted Straight Behaviour, ie dating and lots of sex, that must mean you were closeted gay and should just come out already, otherwise what are you some sort of homophobe?

he wasn't able to recognise that his interpretation of the characteristics i showed were not the only possible interpretation. Even if i weren't acespec i could just not have met anyone i was interested in! (this was also true). There were at least half a dozen other explanations for it but he insisted his was the only way because it was His identity and His experience and he was i think genuinely trying to relate to me on that level. Instead he ended up alienating me because i knew the choice wasn't as simple as "gay or closeted and probably homophobic" but there was absolutely no convincing him of that.

obviously there is a difference between what he did and fictional character analysis. Obviously fictional characters are not going to be hurt by people interpreting them as whatever the way i was hurt by my friend's behaviour. But i put it to you that the same inability to differentiate between what is real and what is your own interpretation based on your personal biases is a negative thing and something people need to be aware of. If you are capable of imposing traits on fictional people based on your own identity and recognising that doesn't necessarily mean they have those traits then great, more power to you, go forth and fanfic. But if you interpret a character in X way and genuinely, deeply believe that your interpretation is the only right and valid one based on nothing more than your own experiences then i strongly urge you to examine your biases and learn to do textual character analysis. For yourself, for your own metacognition skills, but also for the people around you. Believing you are right and there is no other way to think is the quickest path to intolerance and hatred that there is.

[burningtheroots]

Hey, I'm a cis lesbian and I used to be a radfem. I was sexually harassed by a man during my middle school years and it made me so angry at the world, and thus I started hating all men and thinking they were evil and they should die. Despite the fact I had male relatives and friends who were nothing but kind and supportive and loving to me.

After some therapy and reflection, I realized that I was just taking the easy way out. It's easier to turn your trauma and fear into hatred and anger towards a scapegoat group instead of actually doing the hard work of self reflecting.

Are there evil men? Of course. Is the patriarchy a problem? Definitely. Are there transgender people who are only trans to pray upon others? Inevitable.

But just as there are bad people in every group of people, that doesn't define them. Most trans people I've met know genitalia preference is a thing and respect that. The ones who don't are just full of themselves. Most of them just want to live their life the way they want to live it. In such a short amount of time on this earth, why waste it being hateful to others?

Continue to fight for female-sex rights, that is important. Fight for gay rights, fight for women rights. But all of these can be achieved without fearing or hating all men and transgender people. If anything, that just gets in the way of achieving real change.

Sorry for sending such a long ask. I'm not trying to be rude or mean. It's just, I worry sometimes about the young people in this community because I see myself in it, and how scared and unhappy and angry I was all the time because I refused to actually work through my trauma....and of course, like I said, this is not me saying there aren't things wrong with the world. There are. But not everyone is out to get you, this world is beautiful.

I'm not trying to invalidate in feelings you may have. As women we are dealt the short end of the stick from birth, and it is important we keep fighting. But fight against the real enemies; the lawmakers, the corporations, societal expectations. But "men" and "transgender" as a group as a whole are not your enemies...and using intentionally proactive language like that, it harms your chance of people wanting to listen since you're insulting people based on something as fundamental as their gender or sex. I think all of you could achieve great stuff for women if hating the "other side" wasn't in the equation.

Anyway, sorry again for the length. You might think I'm being ridiculous and this may never change your mind. And that's fine. I just felt sharing my perspective as an ex-radfem may be interesting or helpful, or something.

Hey! I‘m sorry for the late response, I wanted to have enough time to reply throughoutly & was quite busy this week.

First of all, I‘m sorry that this happened to you and I‘m glad that you had support from your family and friends.

However, I think the assumption that radfems, and me in particular, blindly turn their trauma into hatred is incorrect and doesn’t take into account that radical feminism is a feminist theory which analyzes, exposes & fights systemic oppression.

It‘s a fact that every man is complicit in & benefits from misogyny and patriarchy to a certain degree, which doesn’t mean that we think every man is an evil predator. As for me, my standard is that a man has to be 0% misogynistic — which is the minimum, I expect further allyship — to be "good". Somehow women are looked down upon when they have such "high" expectations when it comes to members of their oppressor class, and I‘m aware that it‘s nearly impossible to find a man like that in our current world, but does that mean I should tolerate even 0.00001 of misogyny from a man? No. It means I‘m perfectly justified to center women & particularly like-minded women in my life.

As for transgender people, I don’t hate any dysphoric (!) person for being dysphoric and trying to live their life. I actually care a lot about the well-being of dysphoric people, but I‘m also well-aware that the TRA ideology (which doesn’t equal individuals with actual dysphoria) blatantly attacks women‘s rights & protections, and while many trans-identified people respect sexualities as they are, my criticism of the movement is still valid.

And I understand & respect where you‘re coming from, though I think that radical (=root) feminism is often falsely mistaken for extremism, which it is not. Since discovering radical feminism and other radfems, I actually feel much more understood and safe.

Women‘s rights & liberation don’t have to be palatable to men, and everything I share and say on my blog is backed up by facts. I don‘t "hate men", I hate misogynistic men — and it‘s on them not to be one of those.

Anyways, thanks for sharing your experience and being friendly. It‘s quite refreshing. xx

[dadmareau]

So, you said that Nightmare unfortunately has to talk to the villagers. I could imagine their surprise when they first saw him, but would they try to stupidly hurt him like they did when he was a kid, or would they try and manipulate him in trying to see Dream or anything specific that really made Nightmare show them who’s boss?

Part of me doesn't want to spoil the story, but writing will take so long I may as well. It's not like it's the entire story, so it's fine~ (sing-song)

Nightmare has many "boss" moments planned. Although I like writing him as a good parent/guardian, I like him being spiteful. To me, he is far too vengeful to deny himself the pleasure or satisfaction of humiliating the people who abused him in the past.

(more specific rambling and mild foreshadowing)

Also, I watched "The Count of Monte Cristo" (an epic revenge tale where people get thoroughly ruined) which was very inspiring for this story.

There will be manipulations and schemes from the villagers, but you can rely on Nightmare to see through them... or. Most of them. Gotta keep him on his toes.

I have already decided that Nightmare likely wouldn't target or hatch any vengeance on the kids who bullied him, though. He's several centuries, not several years old. It would be cruel. He'll be going after the adults responsible who taught them hatred and violence.

Although it's easy to lump all the villagers into the classically "evil" box, I want to add different kinds of people. Capable bystanders who knew what was wrong but took no action. Monsters who took out their frustrations of life on him. The kind ones who were persecuted for showing him mercy. The brave ones who were outcasted and silenced for defending him.

I don't think he'd like to make friends, though. He's a bit too bitter.

Sorry for getting carried away! Ah, and to answer your question about them trying to hurt Nightmare... yes, some of them can be very simple-minded. There will be violence against Nightmare. Fear and hatred are creative.

[mainstoryarchive]

Ensemble - 109: Dream Eater

Eichi: You're wearing a long face, Hokuto.

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Location: Outdoor Stage

Eichi: You're wearing a long face, Hokuto.

Hokuto: …President.

Eichi: Oh, you're acting very distant. Call me Eichi, like we're friends. We became comrades, after all.

Hokuto: Can you afford to be loafing around here? It's already time for the performance to begin, isn't it? Do you have the time to keep me company?

Eichi: Hehe. That's nonsense, there's no reason for me to stand at the front lines from the first round. It's more than enough just to have Wataru, Tori and Yuzuru.

I've been sickly from the moment I was born, I understand that I need to hold back wherever I can. You should also take it easy, there's no need to be overeager, you know?

In the end, the DDD is just a preliminary for the oncoming SS. This is just the starting point, a simple checkpoint on the glorious road we will walk upon.

We should be carefree and not spend too much effort, right?

It seems as if you are still carrying feelings of guilt for betraying your former comrades. Forget them. No, I'm sure you'll forget soon. This Eichi Tenshouin guarantees it.

I do not think I need to remind you about this but, betrayal and conspiracies are as natural as breathing air in the entertainment business.

You won't be able to hold out very long if you fret over every single thing like that.

Wash it all away with radiance, success and glory. You will be able to become a most outstanding idol if you do that.

You will step on countless corpses and will bathe in the blood of your enemies so much that at some point you won't feel anything anymore.

If it's only a burden it's better to throw away your human heart.

The one who instigated you and prepared all the measures to make you join fine is indeed me.

But if you wear such a pained expression, even I will feel bad.

Hokuto: … …

Eichi: Also. It might not be for me to say but since your transfer was decided very suddenly… Your unit outfit for fine hasn't been finished yet.

The finished outfit should arrive in time for the finals. That is where you will be brought into the light, as fine’s anticipated new recruit, Hokuto Hidaka.

You can drown yourself in sentimentality until then. However, I'll be very troubled if you were to show any foolish behavior on stage; you have to sort out your feelings as soon as possible.

I won't bring along a useless person just because I want to.

I will because I'm certain of your worth, your talent will be used to its fullest extent by me and fine.

Hokuto, if you are still gloomy even after knowing this, you can direct your hate towards me.

Your destiny has been warped forcibly by evil means, it's all because I deceived you. You can interpret it like that.

Love and hatred react to each other, but that's because those are the strongest feelings a person can have.

If you use the resentment you have for me as your driving force, use it as nourishment, if it makes you able to fly even higher, then nothing would make me more happy.

At the very least I want you to stop looking down and standing still—I want you to walk forward.

I wish that from the bottom of my heart. I was the one who invited you, but you were the one who chose to walk this path.

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SCP Rewrite Season 2: The Lament of Dr. Jack Bright

“Hey, hey!” Cory ran towards the guard, Private Doopler guarding the door to the holding cell. “Lemme in, I gotta do an uh… interrogation! Yeah!” He said, the shakiness in his voice making him very convincing to the Security Guard.

“Horseshit,” Nevermind. “They ain’t gonna put a Private in charge of interrogations,”

“Private First Class!” Cory sounded offended, pointing to the insignia on his chest. “And I at least have level three clearance, that’s enough to get in there!”

“I guess… fine, move on through,” The guard sighed, opening the door and letting Cory into the room.

A blank room, with a wall of glass and a locked door on one side leading to the other half of the room. A small, featureless prison cell with Evil Uni, dressed in the orange prison jumpsuit of a Class-D Personnel lounging casually on the bed, one leg over the other, and holding his cheek with his hand.

“Hey!” Cory called out to the man. “I-I wanna talk to you!”

“Oh really? I thought you were here to kill me,” Duni chuckled. “Not like you can, anyway,”

Cory sighed. “Okay, what does that mean? Why are you so weird, and why were you working for the Serpent’s Hand? And why are you in the body of my friend!?” Cory huffed as he finished his rant.

“Christ, one at a time,” Duni raised his hands. “I’ll explain everything, I used to be a scientist at this very facility: Dr. Jack Bright,”

---

“It was a containment breach, I was transporting SCP-963 by hand at the time, the stupidest mistake I ever made,”

A ginger man with green eyes held an ornate, golden amulet necklace with a beautiful ruby in the middle. Sirens blared in the background as he rapidly looked around the facility; his first containment breach, and it was soon to be his last-

“Oh, oh God no!” He shouted, a tanned man with long black hair, a grimace on the face of his tattooed, toga clad body as he stared down the scientist. “Please, please don’t kill me,”

“Pathetic,” The tattooed man said as a jagged blade appeared in his hand. “You’ll fall like the rest of the cowardly kings in this facility,”

SLASH

And there Dr. Bright stood, a body on the floor with a slash mark on his chest still clutching the amulet in his hands…

“Goddammit…” A female scientist, a purple streak in her hair sighed as she walked over to the corpse formerly known as Dr. Jack Bright, the D-Class following her hovered over the corpse, looking down on it with a neutral, pretty uncaring face all things considered.

“I’ve seen worse things in prison, Doc,”

“It’s not the condition, it’s who died,” The Scientist sighed. “Pick up the amulet,”

“Yeah su-” The man’s face went blank as he picked it up, he looked down at the corpse as he put it around his neck. “Holy shit is that me?”

“What?”

“Val, oh my God Val, wh-what the hell is going on?!”

“How- D-2045 how do you know my name?”

“I’m…” The D-Class looked around the hallway. “I’m Dr. Bright,”

---

“My consciousness was in the amulet… forever,” Bright sighed. “The Foundation considered me too good of an asset to contain, a Doctor that could eternally research for them,”

“That’s terrible,” Cory’s eye widened for a minute, before instantly going back to his stern expression at the prisoner. “But it doesn’t excuse you joining the Serpent’s Hand, you-”

“Joined the bad guys? Funny you still believe that,” The doctor chuckled. “I thought they were insane too until The Foundation contained my brother,”

“Your-”

“SCP-890, the kid that can heal any wound… at the cost of becoming wounded himself,” The Doctor had a look of pure rage, no, hatred in his eyes as he looked down. “They used my brother like a fucking tool, they didn’t even let people call him by his name; The Foundation isn’t meant to be like this, they’re to Protect,”

“Isn’t meant to-”

“It was different! There’s people within the very core of this organisation trying to make conditions worse for us Anomalies,” Dr. Bright did nothing to hide the contempt on his face. “The Serpent’s Hand was the one way to return The Foundation to what it was supposed to be and you ruined it! You’re an anomaly yourself, you know?”

“I- no one notices the Camera Face, alright?!” Cory shouted. “I’m practically a normal guy!”

“And so am I, and so was Uni,” He looked to the side. “And yet they still forced him to stay at this facility; in conditions that were only getting worse as these parasites tried to make things worse for him,”

“You sound completely insane,”

“Maybe I am, or maybe I’m the only person who knows what This Foundation is supposed to be-”

The door burst open, the two anomalous men turned to see Otis and General Flooper, the former looking as if he was about to tear out both his hair and the door. “What the Hell are you doing in here, Private?”

“Private First-”

“It doesn’t matter, you are not supposed to have any interaction with the Prisoner!” Otis grunted.

“The Professor’s right, Private First Class,” Flooper interjected, infinitely calmer than the raging German. “You gotta leave,”

“I- ugh fine!” Cory stomped out of the room, pouting like a child.

“Told ya you weren’t allowed in there,” Doopler said on Cory’s way out.

“Shut up, you’re a clone…” Cory’s eye widened as he realised what he had said. “Oops, uh, nevermind bye!” Cory bolted, nearly bumping into a wall due to the sheer speed in which he had left.

“I’m… a clone?”

---

Dr. Bright sat in a dark, featureless room, an interrogation room if he had to guess; he was handcuffed to a table, the only thing in the room besides him.

He sighed, looking down at his handcuffed hand: from one of the most prestigious scientists in The Foundation, to someone fighting harshly for better treatment of his anomalous kind, to someone chained up in a dark room waiting to be yelled at, hopefully by someone inexperienced, so he wouldn’t need to actually reveal any information.

Either The Hand would break him out, or The Foundation would finally see that he was right and deal with the cancer he was trying to kill within in… or maybe-

“Hey Jack,” Dr. Bright shot up, not expecting to hear his first name from the person who had came through the door-.

“Nikki? You’re still here?” Dr. Bright looked shocked. “How, How did you get the higher ups to let you in here?”

Nikole chuckled as she sat on the chair on the other side of the Dog Man. “I did a bit of forgery, a bit of putting the wrong document in the right place… y’know?”

“I… why are you admitting that in a room filled with cameras?” Dr. Bright’s look changed from one of surprise to conern.

Nikole chuckled. “Already dealt with, that camera has been running an episode of Family Guy for the past 2 hours, the tech guys have no idea what’s going on,” Nikole chuckled. “We have plenty of time to talk,”

Dr. Bright smirked, the widest smirk anyone had seen out of him for the past couple months or so. “You haven’t changed a bit,”

“You bet I ain’t,” Nikole smirked too. “You became way more serious n’ shit though,”

“Well I mean, you know about the rumours of a… conspiracy in The Foundation?”

“I don’t really pay attention to that sorta thing,”

“You probably should,” Bright said. “It does control your working conditions, and if you get murdered for the whole ‘formerly being part of a terrorist organisation dedicated to causing anarchy’ and all that jazz,”

“Right… right,” Nikole raised her hands. “Spill it,”

Dr. Bright theatrically cleared his throat, like the wannabe theatre kid he was. “Basically they wanna make conditions for the Anomalies here more authoritarian… and I got a sneaking suspicion that Otis over there has his hands deep in it,”

“I knew it, that Kraut!” Nikole grimaced

“Racist!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Nikole chuckled. “I’ll be on the lookout for anything suspicious out of him,”

“So… everything he does?” Dr. Bright laughed. “I mean the guy dresses like he’s in the Mafia for God’s sake,”

“True, true; we’ll deal with him if he ever tries shit,”

“Good, that’s all I can ask for,” Dr. Bright looked around the room for a moment. “Now, tell me, out of everything you’ve recontained… what’s the hottest?”

“Of course ya ask that, it’s…

[twilightmalachite]

Altered - Epilogue 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Kanata, Wataru, Natsume, Rei

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Let’s have them bloom to their fullest! Everyone. behold the beauty of cherry blossoms before they fall!"

Season: Winter

Location: OO Stage (Altered)

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

Present day. The final battle that concludes OO, on Altered’s dedicated stage…

Shu: “♪~♪~♪~”

“—All the key actors are here!”

Kanata: “Nice to meet you~, we’re the “five eccentrics”!”

Shu: “Hmph. I’m sure some of you are wondering just who the Five Eccentrics are, so allow me to explain again.”

“The Five Eccentrics began as—”

Wataru: …You can give a proper explanation now, Shu.

In the past, when Valkyrie had been three people back during the war, they would put out their worldview without any explanation.

Natsume: He’s really groWN, being able to look down from above like thAT.

In the paST, Shu-niisan probably would have called something catering to the masses as depraved or degeneraTE.

To uS, that is growTH.

Wataru: My eyes are even welling up for some reason!

Shu: Non! You there, cease your carefree chat, you shall sing as well!

It appears that it will take a bit before our adversaries, fine-O, will be ready. Until then, we must buy ourselves time to keep the audience’s attention.

I’ll give you this, fine-O. But please do not misunderstand, I simply do not wish you to drag down the stage I stand on.

Rei: Mhm. It appears that Tenshouin-kun has finally arrived, meaning all of fine-O’s members have gathered. Until they reappear together we Altered—

We Five Eccentrics must keep things going.

Natsume: We are two sworn enemies with a deep histoRY, and yet here we are supporting one anothER.

Rei: It’s no different than professional wrestling. I no longer, or rather, dare I say… We no longer hold such deep hatred for one another.

That being said, we’re expected to have a “fateful showdown”, so we might as well play the part.

Kukuku. I never thought I’d be fulfilling the role I had been begged to fulfill so long ago.

Shu: Hm. In the end, we are being made to stand out all while fine-O is being sluggish… At least that is how it appears.

Thus, a light of justice shall shine on the world ruled by the evil of the Five Eccentrics. With all their members at full force, fine-O will appear.

Some tacky plot such as that would be alright… In a case like this, that is.

Kanata: Yes, that is what we “Ryuseitai” often do. When everyone calls for the hero, the hero then appears.

And then, we finish up the bad “kaijin”.

Natsume: A hero show fit to fool childrEN.

Rei: It’s simple and easy to understand. ♪

Shu: Hmph. As we are idols, we need to be easy to understand too.

Rei: Mhm. Right now, that is what it is time for us to become.

Entertain as asked, because that is what we ask for.

Rei: “—Now, my friends of the Five Eccentrics. Evil has their fleurs du mal too.”[1]

“Let’s have them bloom to their fullest! Everyone. behold the beauty of cherry blossoms before they fall!”

“♪~♪~♪”

Natsume: My niisans look to be having a surprising amount of fUN.

Wataru: It’s a reunion performance. So of course they’re having fun.

Natsume: It’s an unprecedented development to mE, thouGH.

If this OO is in fact based on the script I nearly handed to you at that time, Wataru-niisan, then…

The positions of we and fine would have been reversED. The plot was meant for us to be the protagoniST, or in other worDS, be the righteous ones that defeat the evil fine.

In the eND, we are playing the villaIN.

Wataru: Do you think we should have regrets regarding that?

At that time, I had been the only one who enjoyed that role, hadn’t I? This time, I want everyone to enjoy the fun.

The charm of being the villain, that is.

Natsume: RigHT. Because I was able to see through to those intentioNS, I understand the truth behind these recent evenTS.

Let me restate thAT—I know who the culprit iS.

—Wataru-niisan. Just whY, and hOW, did you recreate that scriPT, which should have been burnt to ashES?

Wataru: … …

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A reference to Charles Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du mal; a tome of poetry that is generally about “extracting beauty from the malignant”. So what Rei is saying here is among the lines of; “there too is beauty in evil”.

[spacehostilityy]

NNT Rewatch s2ep7-12 !!

(Still from my drafts! Just moved back to college yesterday and today and classes start tomorrow. Wish me luck! My schedule sucks this year so I'll need it lol)

man this is flying by!! but lucky me, the druids’ holy land arc is one of my favorites

King learning throughout this season that not only does he need the other Sins, but they need and love him is so sweet. I just love the character development they all go thru this season

draw him like one of your french girls ~~

I love that Matrona has purple eyes like Diane, the small details really make it

I actually NEED to know what Monspeet and Meliodas’s relationship was prior to his betrayal. “I can’t believe HE’S the one who sensed us” ?? Whats that about🤨 also zeldris and monspeet seem to have been in good terms, like were they all friends?

I don’t know how its possible, but Monspeet’s voice is even hotter in spanish

I love that despite galand not being able to lie, they still don’t believe his stories lol

KAJSDKWUDFL I forgot how shocked i was with the reveal that Merlin stole Mel’s power i just love the druid training arc sm

theyre so silly i love them

do we know why jenna and zaneri don’t have wings? are they just hidden with magic or something??

okie so apparently they’re just inhabiting human bodies and their real bodies had wings. found this on the wiki, do we know where the info comes from?

WAIT do jenna and zaneri know elizabeth?? Like KNOW her?

HAHAHA this part always destroys me

ngl the best thing seven deadly sins as an narrative does is portray the intense agony and trauma from mel and ellie’s curses

anyway... the fact that Meliodas and Zaratras were of equal rank when they met is kinda funny

the absolute horror on meliodas’s face when he hears liz is just PERFECT

liz is so slay she’s everything i want elizabeth liones to be

King: uhh hey jenna...🥺 what are you planning to have us do in there😓

Jenna: isnt it obvious??? 🤨 rigorous training 😤😤

the way they cut btwn scenes of meliodas abt to lose it and him and liz being happy is just so well done

I love that they were trying to get Meliodas to abandon his emotions to keep his rage in check and then when he actually has no emotions we find out that he’s straight up evil and much, MUCH worse than before lol

the tears pooling on their insanely pointy chins always gets me lol. but also mel just violently sobbing and then suddenly being fine. Mans has serious issues with repression that can def be drawn to his daddy issues

BAN/ZHIVAGO ARC😭😭😭 a few observations: Ban is very clearly influenced by Zhivago’s style, like the clothes are so similar, the fact that they sent Ban to Aberdeen prison and his favorite is Aberdeen ale makes me think he associates it with his dad, Zhivago was hot, Ban mirrors Zhivago’s words to him to Elaine, Zhivago tells Ban to never trust humans and the only humans he ends up trusting are Escanor and Jericho, zhivago has lived in misery about the deaths of his children for almost 40 years :(

idk why this is one of my fave arcs it’s literally just angst lol

gil and howzer as boyfriends. Discuss.

seeing gowther fight hand to hand is actually pretty cool, i had assumed he was weak like king but he can hold his own

how did king not clue in when galand literally opened with “Meliodas its been such a long time” like BABE CMON

BAN TELLING JERICHO SHE’S HIS WALLET 😭😭

meliodas just mocking king for his lack of wings is always funny. nothing like a dick joke to make you feel better after Zhivago’s death

I HAVE to do a meliodas self hatred/relationship to being a demon post, i have so many thots

I LOVE WHEN HE GOES TO SEE THE 10 COMMANDMENTS HES SO BADASS

monspeet shielding Derieri from the rocks with his cape🥺

melascula is so sassy i love her

estarossa is my deranged babygirl i love him. that fucking freak

I JUST KNOW TAIZOO AND THAT LITTLE TWINK ARE FUCKING

taizoo is a bottom.

meliodas somehow has 15 year old rizz. like the fucking blond boys.

(not so) fun fact: Elaine is my mom’s name so its a little weird

nakaba’s size kind seriously needs to be studied

ESCANORRRRRR

okie doke that’s it join us next time !!

[hanako-san]

My thoughts on volume 14

Volume 14 came into my hands yesterday.

I don't hate Nene. I like her and I know she loves Hanako but I can't ship them and I have no idea if I'll ever ship again. It's impossible at the moment. I like Nene in the end, but that doesn't mean I have forgiven her for all her actions. It is not and 100% will not be, for most things my opinion about her actions shares hasn't changed, I think the same. Well, but she's not such a bad person, I felt sorry for her because her legs were insulted by the villagers probably 5 times and she was punched in the stomach for disobeying "her" nuptials. I think AidaIro is overdoing it with insulting her legs, after all, her legs are fine, and this is 14 vol it was just annoying already. So is Mitsuba insulting Hanako and Kou,Nene in chapters 102 & 103. Too bad the AidaIro can't say anything bad about their "cute" Sakura who destroys other people's lives.

Feelings of hatred haven't changed for Teru, in fact it has strengthened my feelings. Teru is a liar because he knew full well that Akane's family was a family for sacrifice, but he missed the fact that his "wonderful" disgusting family was the one who destroyed the lives of poor girls and sacrificed them and then had fun, he missed it very effectively saying that "one of the clans" then he knows what family is responsible for sacrificing these girls. His disgusting words that the family had "privileges", what privileges Teru? As far as I know, only Sumire accepted her fate, even though she didn't want to die, but the girls had broken legs, gouged out eyes. Sumire had the contempt of the villagers, these are your "privileges"?. He disgusted me by making no.6 a martyr who "still wants to protect these lands", and Hanako the worst who wants to unleash evil. Teru takes pity on such a poor no.6 who will later make holes in him.lol. How funny and ironic. Teru considers himself an exorcist who said that no matter what the supernatural reason is, you have to kill them, but his family is cool, they could sacrifice poor girls, and when they rebelled, they were treated really badly. Hypocrisy, superiority over everyone and everything is allowed to them. This family does not change and Teru shows it effectively, not only is he a jerk, a loser and a sadist who loves to abuse supernaturals and kill them, he is also a hypocrite. Since Teru knows so much about it and knows that Akane's powers will be needed soon, he knows what his family did to the sacrificed girls and how they were treated. I won't be fooled and he showed that he knows more than he says (Of course, I've known about it for a long time, in this volume he finally confirmed my thoughts). I have no idea if my feelings for Teru will ever change.

Fun fact, since Nene's wish didn't matter at all that Hanako sacrificed Aoi, then why is the scene where Nene makes a wish to Hanako in the p.p arc shown in the trailer for the next volume, and then the scene where Hanako says "I granted your wish Yashiro". Yes, her wish had no influence on her friend's sacrifice, after all, AidaIro clearly underlined it, and no, wait.

It's her fault.I will always blame Nene more than ever Hanako.

I was right to blame Nene for this. Thank you AidaIro,to finally confirm what was known from the beginning.